Friday, September 08, 2006

Making a Living out of Poetry

Haiku for the baptism,
sonnet for the wedding—drive-by shotgun words ringing (or)
tires on fresh asphalt delivering to a destination, for a price—
and passing countryside (a promise to revisit) sometime soon.

Bank account battles a rose. Clouds bend to pick up a penny.
Music’s supplied by accordions like reflections in windows
facing the news, guessing at words.
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3 comments:

  1. Aisha6:53 am

    Great idea!
    Worth a whole chapbook...make it tear-out and print a price on each poem:

    Call it ... A Touch of Class? Hallmark witha Difference?
    Hired Assassin/Enquire Within?

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  2. hwf9:30 am

    Aisha,

    as always, I love your sense of humour and what it does to your take on life. Smiling and laughing here.

    Helm.

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  3. Anonymous3:28 pm

    Helm,

    I am so glad I found you...I don't even have your email addy anymore, please send it to me.
    bobbie.gogain@gmail.com

    I LOVE YOUR BLOG, and your writing is as wonderful as ever.

    God Bless you my friend,

    Bobbie

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